I Wanna Hold Your Ha-a-and!

Across symbolic puddles and shambolic life,
I will hold up your hands
Across hills and planes and miles of asphalt, painted with yellow and white,
I will lift your hands heavenward
Across battlefields and and armor of fallen friend and foe, through forests of those still warring,
I will hold you up
Over phone lines, through cyberspace, and cellular waves, my eyes are blurring,
May I bear you up
Across distance, in spirit, in fervent love, separated by borders of many lands,
My heart, God's, Your heart, His,
I still will hold up your hands
Abba, Father, thank You. You, the perfect One
To Him, to Him, I'll raise your hands
To see over the sun.

You encourage me so much, Bethie. I am praying still.
Love,
Katie-Bee

Blindness

Death has been thrown in my face lately. Death. The more and more I learn about life and Jesus, the more and more I come to realize about death. Death for some carries connotations of pain, of suffering, of ending. For some, death brings fear, mostly of the unknown, for we profess Christ, but on our deathbed, in the last second of life, we come to know whether we really trust Him or not. Are there ghosts? Is there an angel? Is there a white light? Who can know? Um, The Dead!! Even Paul and John inspired by the Holy Spirit couldn't figure out a way to tell us, much less books like 90 minutes in heaven! So what is it like? What is Gehenna like? What about Abraham's Bosom? Where are we really going? What really happens to our bodies? The only thing I know is that for those found in Christ, the more we die, the more we are reborn. Reborn to what, we cannot know and no one can tell us. Medeline L'Engle and others have described it like this : Suppose there is a planet where people don't have eyes. When they die they go to a planet where they have eyes. How would you be able to describe sight to them while they were still blind?

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We're all small and stuff. I miss you, fwiend.

I love you, Bethie

The Lord has been very sharply putting into focus the definition of love, for me.

"Therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering; bearing with one another, and forgiving one another, if anyone has a complaint against another; even as Christ forgave you, so you also must do. But above all these things put on love, which is the bond of perfection. And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to which also you were called in one body; and be thankful." -Colossians 3:12-15

Love is not to be taken lightly. And contrary to what may be assumed by the reader, no, I am not speaking in terms of 'eros' at the moment (although that is a love worth much consideration and gravity as well). Love: ('phileo' and 'agape') is vital to a disciple of Christ. And it has become a commonality, especially in what we consider to be the church, to very frivolously throw around the phrase "I love you." Now, do not take it that I in any way would discourage loving and loving abundantly and broadly. Only be cautious that when you say "I love you," that you love deeply. Genuine. What Coleridge says of truth may also be said of love.

"Truths, of all others the most awful and interesting, are too often considered so true, that they lose all the power of truth, and lie bed-ridden in the dormitory of the soul, side by side with the most despised and exploded errors."

God let not my love be a common one. But express Your love through me. And I cannot explain His love. I leave it to the knowledge of the reader. But I hope you see it in my life. I love you, Bethie. I lift you up to our Father, "thankful upon every remembrance of you."